Fatal

Around, all around me, the

shadows gather, to take me away

My dread grows as the stoke of

midnight comes, and death’s

whisper falls against my neck, it

slays me, and my dark blood

drips down to the cold, damned,

tombstones, In all my pain I try to

run, while oblivion takes me down

Now alone in this dark abyss, my

cry of mercy falls upon my

bleeding body

This is my fatal end